Miss Pent-Up

She was pent-up. Frustrated. And all those pictures and videos Yeri, and recently even Tiffany, were sending her of them with her Seojun only made those feelings worse. Maybe Taeyeon should’ve known better than to introduce Seojun to the young, mischievous Yeri, especially right before departing on a two-week-long trip. It’s only been a few days, but Taeyeon was already starting to consider calling in sick for just one day so that she had the time to go back to Korea and alleviate this feeling. But she had responsibilities as a leading figure for the company, and this event was something that had been planned for a long time. She couldn’t just abandon her coworkers for some selfish, wanton desire.

So, she settled on the next best thing.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Seeing the lustful gazes of all six men standing before her made the tips of her fingers and toes tingle with excitement. “Strip yourselves, and then me.”

They went to work right away, and not ten seconds later were on her.

All six of them essentially worked under Taeyeon and were hand-picked by her. They had all entered an agreement with her, a few years before she had met Seojun in fact, their silence bound by an NDA as well as a threat to never invite them to such a session again. None of them knew of Taeyeon’s true nature, just that she was a horny woman who occasionally needed to satisfy her carnal desire to be used as the plaything of a man—or, multiple men.

This time, it was Josh, a mustached Asian American man, who got to her first. “You look so damn sexy, Ms—”

Taeyeon put a finger to his lips as his fingers curled around the hem of her shirt. “Remember, it’s just ‘Taeyeon’ here.”

“Right. Sorry, Taeyeon.”

Feeling the noticeably rugged and large hands of Martin gently guiding her arms upwards, Taeyeon suppressed a moan from the influx of lustful and aroused feelings arising from the direct contact, allowing Josh to slip her shirt over her head.

“It’s been too long since we last did this, Taeyeon.” The voice was from Chris, a rather tall African American man whose strong and piercing eyes hid behind a pair of thick glasses, kneeling before her to pull her jeans down her legs.

“I’m sorry. Have you missed me, Chris?” All six of them were normal humans, so it wasn’t like Taeyeon could tell them, ‘Oh, I actually recently acquired a succubus’s Servant so I’ve had less need for you guys’. “Or maybe, you missed my pussy?”

“Both, babe.”

Taeyeon laughed. “Sorry, I’ve been busy—ooh, mmm…” Taeyeon’s sentence was cut off as she felt the lips of Kevin, another Asian American man who stood a few inches taller than her, planting hot and sweet yet fleeting kisses along her exposed neck. “I’m glad you all could make it here though.”

They never really shared much personal information anyway, so such a vague explanation worked.

“Of course. Wouldn’t miss it for the world, especially after you sent that message.”

It wasn’t anything particularly spicy that Taeyeon had sent to them—after all, two of them were married if she remembered correctly. It was a simple reminder to come to the two-week-long business trip and that she would be there for the full two weeks. Simple enough, but the unspecified implications of the text were all the six of them needed for their imaginations to run wild and for their excitement for the otherwise relatively plain business trip to reach a peak.

A few seconds later, the six men stood in a circle around the now equally naked Taeyeon, their erect cocks hanging invitingly from their hips. Taeyeon twirled around, a gleeful smile on her lips. “It’s been really been a while since we last did this, hasn’t it?”

“We gonna be doin’ this more during the comin’ week, Taeyeon?”

Taeyeon turned to Pierce, a Caucasian American who could be described simply as ‘long’, from his height to his features in general to the length of his dick. “We haven’t even started, but you’re already eager for next time?”

“Always.”

Taeyeon didn’t need to use her increased succubus senses to know the six horny men were raring to go. All the better too, since the same horniness was probably in her own eyes as well. While she loved feeding off Seojun, it was a different kind of pleasure to have six cocks, all with their unique-tasting sustenance, at her beck and call. The last time she was able to enjoy this was shortly after Sunny gave Seojun some enhancements, which was more than a month ago—and then, even then, it was only one night when she hadn’t given them a visit for many months prior. “Look at all of you, with all of your beautifully hard cocks ready for me. I can hardly decide which one I want first.”

“Why don’t I decide for you then?”

Josh, the newbie, was the one who stepped up, grabbing her by the waist and bending her over slightly so that he could press his hard-on against her ass. “Mmmf fuck, you’re so hard…”

“You have such a damn fine ass, Taeyeon.” Pierce and Martin also stepped up, shoving their cocks into her face. Taeyeon unhesitatingly took both into her delicate grip, another drawn-out moan escaping her lips as Josh began to rub his arousal against her sopping wet slit. “And look how damn wet you are, too.”

“It’s because, underneath that prim and proper façade, all Taeyeon wants is to be ruined by our cocks and filled with our cum in all her slutty, naughty fucking little holes. Isn’t that right?”

Taeyeon, whose lips were previously preoccupied by planting teasing little kisses on the tips of the dicks she held in her hands, spread out into a smile. “You know me so well, Chris,” she crooned, the singsong voice morphing into another high-pitched gasp as Josh pressed his cock against her throbbing clit. “You, along with Adam and Kevin, be a sweetheart and wait for your turn, ok?” Hearing their reluctant noises of agreement made Taeyeon giggle. “I’m so glad you’re all so eager to fuck me, I’ll make sure the wait will be worth it!”

“Hey, ‘nuff about them. Right now, what you need to be worryin’ about is chokin’ on my cock, bitch.”

Taeyeon could feel Josh stiffen up a little at the crude name Pierce used to address her and couldn’t help but smile a little at it. Previously, she was content with just the five of them, but after a few interactions with Josh and noticing how innocently forthright he was with all the work he did, she prodded a little deeper and, sure enough, found a plethora of lustful feelings buried deeper inside. That was all Taeyeon needed to extend the invitation to Josh, and on top of how much she loved how consistently he found her sweet spots, how he slightly recoiled to the dirty talk from everyone else was also extremely endearing.

“Jealousy is very unbecoming, Pierce—but if you’re going to say that, why don’t you give me something to choke on, babe?”

Taeyeon could feel Pierce’s six-and-a-half-inch penis twitch in her hand. “You shameless, cock-hungry brat, that pretty little mouth of yer’s won’t even be workin’ by the time I’m done with you.”

Martin made way for Pierce, who brusquely grabbed Taeyeon’s head, barely flinching as he prodded the soft tip of his otherwise rock-hard cock against her cheeks, nose, and eyelids before finally finding his goal: her mouth. The American man had no reservations shoving his entire length inside in one stroke, a loud gagging sound echoing about the room as Taeyeon’s throat flexed impressively around its oversized guest.

“Aagh, fuuck…”

The wet sounds of her tongue lathering the lengthy man’s cock with her saliva became the music to the ears of the six men in the room that heightened their arousal, and in combination with the loud gagging sounds in reaction to his cock hitting the back of her throat, all the past few days of eagerness and anticipation were rewarded. As sexy as it was to watch, no one enjoyed the involuntary deepthroating more than the one being deepthroated; Pierce looked down at the smaller Asian woman, the woman who was the boss of the boss of his boss, clamping her plump, velvety, red lips around the circumference of his veiny cock, her cheeks bulging and loud gagging noises erupting from her throat but her eyes trained on him without a single hint of tears, it made him feel powerful. In control.

“Yeah, choke on that cock, bitch,” he said in an almost growl. The lanky American had no complaints about his job, but seeing the woman who was so far above him on the corporate ladder he couldn’t even see her in such a submissive state before him ignited the deep-seated desire to utterly dominate the tiny Korean harlot.

“Damn it, I can’t take it anymore.”

Josh, who was trying his best to savor the feeling of Taeyeon’s ass against his cock and her sopping wet slit slathering his shaft with thick, viscous layers of precum, was finally at the ends of his patience. Screw delaying the gratification, screw trying to extend his turn with Taeyeon. The sensual sounds and arousing sights of her enjoying Pierce’s cock flashed red the signs of his lust reaching critical levels, alerting him of one thing: he needed her, now.

“I’m putting it in, Taeyeon.”

“Mmmf!”

A shudder ran down her body, a subsequent moan emanating from her throat as the newbie shoved all five inches deep inside her sopping wet snatch.

“Mmm…! Mmm…~”

The surprised squeal of a moan quickly transformed into a content one, something perhaps resembling a purr, as the mustached Asian American grabbed the thin waist of his superior in a way that would definitely get him fired in any other circumstance.

“Shit, Ms. Kim…”

It was moments like those that Taeyeon wished she allowed herself to use her Trait, to remind Josh to call her ‘Taeyeon’. Thankfully, Martin read her mind, interjecting with, “Not ‘Ms. Kim’. ‘Taeyeon’.”

“Ah, right, sorry.”

As Pierce’s grip on the back of her head loosened, Taeyeon took the opportunity to come back up for air, in the meanwhile adding, “Is my pussy everything you remembered it to be?”

Josh met the eyes of Taeyeon, who had turned around to look at Josh with a devilish grin. “Yeah, it is, M—Taeyeon.”

“Mmm…” Taeyeon turned back around, opening her mouth to receive Pierce’s eager cock, already slick with her oral fluids, saying, “Let loose, Josh. Tell me all the ways you’re going to destroy me.”

“Shut yer trap. Less talkin’ and more suckin’.”

The chairwoman unhesitatingly obeyed, the lengthy, slim member being shoved right back into the mouth and down her throat. This time, though, Taeyeon made sure not to forget Martin, her right hand reaching out for blindly for him. Martin, thankfully, noticed the gesture quickly and enveloped her small hands with his comparatively massive, calloused ones, directing it to the pulsating sex organ attached to his own hips. Her fingers wrapped around it in an instant, like a Venus flytrap around its insectoid prey, the pressure exerted by her vice grip only matched by her throat and her womanhood.

“God, Taeyeon…”